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New Olympus, Greece, (Formerly, Mount Othrys)

Seated on twelve unique thrones that formed a U-shape around the Council Hall, were seated the twelve most important gods and goddesses of Greece, called the Olympians. Everyone still believed that the Olympians still operated on Thessaly, the highest mountain in Greece, but that was far from the truth. Zeus; King of the Gods, Ruler of Olympus, God of the Sky, Heavens, and Lightning, watched over for centuries as mankind evolved from mere mortals to powerful beings with unimaginable abilities. Seeing this as a threat to his rule and all of Olympus, Zeus commissioned Athena and Hephaestus to come up with a brilliant plan to move Mount Olympus from Thessaly to random locations across the globe without mankind realizing. Zeus did all this out of intense fear that these powerful beings would overthrow him eventually and seek Mount Olympus for themselves. Mount Olympus has now moved from Thessaly, the United Kingdom, France, Israel, United States, and now back to Greece on Mount Othrys. Mount Othrys in Greek Mythology, served as the base for the Titans during the Titanomachy War, but Zeus had returned to the infamous mountain and turned the base of his old adversaries into his new domain in order to deceive mankind into believing they were still truly on Thessaly.

In the Council Hall, the Olympians met at times to discuss mortal affairs; such as when the Gods intervened in the battle between the Trojans and Greeks or the time when Bellerophone allowed his pride to get the better of him when he decided to ride the Pegasus to Mount Olympus. The interior walls of the Council Hall were completely made of Elysium Bronze, a one of a kind, special metal made by Hephaestus and the Hecatoncheires during the Cold War between the Norse Pantheon and Mount Olympus. The floor of the Council Hall was made out of marble, but this type of marble was unique as it had a golden texture to it and emitted a faint golden glow like it was touched by King Midas himself. On each side of the walls hung old-fashioned torches that burned Greek Fire, an actual weapon used by the Byzantine Empire and Constantinople. The thrones of each Olympian God that sat on the council were all beautifully unique and set apart from each other. Zeus' throne was literally fashioned out of Fulgurite, with a large engraving of a lightning bolt on the splat. Poseidon's throne was completely made out of coral and the second largest throne in the Council Room, only bested by his younger brother of course. The throne was decorated with pearls and ancient seashells that had different distinctive colors and patterns. Hera's throne was made out of ivory and covered with peacock feathers, which represented her sacred animal. Demeter used her god-like powers to create a throne intertwined with branches covered with all different types of flowers. Ares' throne was made of brass, but surrounding his throne laid the scattered bones of all his victims from different conflicts around the world. Apollo sat on a gold throne with prophetic inscriptions carved into the seat, the back support of the throne was shaped like a lyre combined with a golden sundisk with twenty-one rays shaped like arrows. Athena's throne was just made out of plain white marble, but on her right shoulder stood her new owl, Bubo. Aphrodite had a heart-shaped throne that radiated pink and red, clearly indicating that she was the Goddess of Love. Artemis sat on a throne covered in wolf fur with the head of a wolf replacing both knobs on the seat. Hephaestus crafted his own throne out of Elysium Bronze, but was also secretly crafted to also be a weapon. Hermes sat on a leather throne actually shaped like an ancient Greek sandal; the throne itself was appropriate due to the fact that Hermes was always on the move. Lastly, Hestia's throne was simply made out of wood as she was the Goddess of the Hearth, Home, and Family.

The Gods of Olympus had already gathered in the Council Room, each sitting on their unique thrones as they patiently waited for Zeus. The Council Room was so abnormally quiet that you can hear the cold winds of the heavens blow down the great hall, which was not normal as the Olympian Gods were always bickering. "Seeing as my brother does not truly take this matter seriously, I shall return to Atl-" Before Poseidon could complete his sentence, a sound of rolling thunder could be heard from outside, and in a flash a lightning bolt struck the front of Zeus' throne, revealing a tall, muscular man, with long white shoulder-length hair, and a trimmed white beard. "Forgive me for the delay, I was paying father a visit." Zeus said, staring down at his brother with authority in his white eyes, reminding him who was the Ruler of Olympus. Poseidon glanced at his brother, his face not fazed by the fact that his younger brother was attempting to flex his authority over him. "Go on Lord, Zeus." The Sea God mocked, gesturing for his younger brother to begin the meeting. Zeus grit his teeth and turned his head away from his older brother, now looking down at his family with his cloud-like eyes. "My brothers and sisters, I call upon you all to discuss a new threat that seeks to destroy everything we have wrought. The girl, Helena Troy, she is a plague that must be wiped from the face of the earth. We have tolerated her for far too long and now I ask for us to put aside our petty grievances once more and pour the wrath of Olympus on this abomination before she leads us to ruin. Now, how should we proceed with the destruction of this child?" Zeus asked as he finally took a seat on his throne, stroking his white beard as he waited for someone to speak up.


"Why should we even concern ourselves with the girl? She clearly believes she is only mortal and it'll stay that way if we reach out to our neighbors from the North."Poseidon spoke first, revealing that he did not want the girl to be harmed. "Who I think we should focus our attention on is the woman who gave birth to the girl." Poseidon turned his head to Athena with a scorn look on his face.


"Uncle, I am stunned by your stance over my daughter, I thank you, but keep our rivalry out of this for the sake of Olympus." Athena objected in a calm tone. For many eons, Athena and Poseidon have had a rivalry between them, but being the Goddess of Wisdom, she knew if she wanted to keep his support for her daughter, she had to choose her words carefully.


"Poseidon, I find it quite interesting that you oppose your brother in this matter. One could only assume that you might be trying to overthrow him." Hera pointed out, the corner of her lips curling into a large grin. Hera has been yearning for a conflict between Zeus and Poseidon; she was done mercilessly persecuting Zeus' mistresses and illegitimate children while Zeus faced no consequences for his unfaithfulness, so she plotted to turn the two most powerful Olympian Gods against one another simply for wanting to punish her husband.


"Watch your tongue, Hera! Do not dare question my loyalty!" Poseidon jerked from his throne and shouted at the Queen of Olympus furiously, gripping his trident tightly. The Sea God was so furious at the accusation hurled at him by Hera that he ignored Athena's response.


"Father, I do not believe the girl is a threat, I think you all should trust me and allow fate to take it's course. "Apollo quickly suggested before Hera or Zeus could reply to Poseidon's outburst. As the God of Prophecy and Foresight, Apollo had already seen the future of Helena Troy, but he was unable to tell his fellow Olympians due to the fact that the information could only be spoken through his Oracles who have been missing for quite awhile.


"You must be mad if you think we are just going to blindly trust you, Apollo. Are you aware that we might lose our only home or has your arrogance blinded you once more?" She said coldly. Hestia was usually gentle and a good-natured goddess, but that all seemed to change when Helena Troy was discovered to be a threat to all of Olympus.


"Must I remind you that I am also the God of Knowledge and Prophecy, Hestia? If anything, I have every right to be trusted by this family. Honestly, can we say the same about you? All you do is tend to a hearth all day." Apollo mocked with a cheesy smile on his face that lit up the entire room as if he was the sun itself.


"Apollo is right, father. Allow the girl to swear loyalty to me, so she can join me and my hunters." Artemis pleaded as she had grown to like this Helena Troy after personally watching over her in secret. The Hunters of Artemis were a group of maidens consisted of humans, demigods, and various female species led by the goddess Artemis. In order to join the pack of female hunters, maidens were required to swear loyalty to Artemis herself and to reject love for as long as they lived. The Hunters of Artemis had eternal youth just as long as they did not fall in battle or break their vows of rejecting men.


"Quite strange for you to agree with a man, Artemis. Tell me, have you ever been digested by your own father? I highly doubt it as I do not remember sharing a stomach with you. Why should any child of Zeus have any say in this matter anyway? Demeter boldly asked as she turned her head toward Zeus, reminding him of their childhood with a haunting expression on her face.


"Tell me, Demeter, have you ever had an arrow pierce through your mouth?" Artemis snapped, leaning from her throne to coldly stare at the Harvest Goddess.


"Why must we desire malice? Allow the girl to fall in love with a handsome man.....or woman." Aphrodite giggled while twirling her finger through her hair.


"She can be the death of us all, my sweet Aphrodite. If we become nothing then who will take care of my inventions?" Hephaestus asked, the fear of losing all his work plagued his mind. It was a surprise to everyone except Aphrodite to see Hephaestus support Zeus and those in favor of murdering Helena Troy as he was always treated like an outcast for his appearance. Athena was the most surprised, she truly believed she would of had the support of the Smith God due to his understanding of not being favored by their family, but clearly she was wrong.


"A typical response from a man that puts his faith in machines over human beings" She scowled, rolling her eyes at her husband who she really didn't love at all.


"Why don't you allow me to bring her to Olympus, father? Surely, we can settle this without having to harm an innocent girl." Hermes asked his father with sincerity in his voice. The messenger god was nothing like his divine family, he always had a greater understanding of mortals and demigods especially those who were punished by his family for no good reason.

The room suddenly erupted into chaos as the Olympian Gods began to argue with one another over the fate of Helena Troy. The Gods have been around for thousands of years and never before in their history have they been this divided over a situation. "SILENCE" Zeus howled as thunder roared in the background, his eyes sparkling with electricity. The whole entire room fell into a deep silence as the Ruler of Olympus flexed his authority once more. "I have heard enough from all of you." Zeus grumbled before resting his eyes on Ares, the tiny sparks of electricity in his cloud-like eyes slowly fading. "Why have you not said a word, Ares? This is unlike you." Zeus asked his son, leaning from his seat out of curiosity. Ares rose from his throne with a large grin on his face. This was the perfect opportunity for the War God to put his plan into motion. The God of War had purposely stood silent throughout the meeting as he knew all too well that his father would notice his unusual behavior and would call upon him, but also because he knew he would have never got his chance to speak if he had spoken earlier. "Father, I am...honored by the fact that you would seek my counsel in this desperate hour. I must say that it is a disappointment that our fellow Olympians cannot even come up with a solution to end this girl as that is what you requested from us," Ares explained as he strode across the marble floor, coming to a full stop at the center of the Council Hall. "All I heard was bickering and opinions instead of actual solutions, but I am here to tell you that I have the perfect solution to deal with this....blemish you call daughter, Athena."Ares mocked with that evil grin still on his face as he glanced over to Athena.

The Gray Eyed daughter of Zeus immediately rose from her throne at the insult hurled at her daughter by her disliked brother. "You will mind what you say, Ares! Let us not forget that I was the one who struck you down with a mighty rock during the Greek Battle." Athena growled furiously. The Goddess of Wisdom had grown tired of staying silent as her family plotted to murder her only daughter and she refused to allow that to happen even if she had to go against the wishes of her father. Ares clenched his hands tightly as he was reminded of the most embarrassing event in his life, gnashing his teeth out of anger at the memory of the God of War losing to his sister. "Oh, I surely will get my revenge when I bash your daughter's face in with that same rock." Ares roared back at his sister. "Careful brother, she might hurl a rock at-"Before Athena could finish her silence, Zeus intervened. "Enough from the both of you!" Zeus commanded before returning his attention to Ares "What is your solution, Ares?" The Sky God asked with a strong desire in his eyes. "I will not allow you all to decide the fate of my very own daughter! Must I remind you all that you bare children of your own? Children with Olympian and mortal blood!" Athena rose from her throne yet again in protest before Ares could explain his solution. "Father, I beseech you to not allow Ares to manipulate your emotions. He has always desired to overthrow your rule and wage as many wars as possible with nobody to oppose him. I raised Helena since birth, she is no threat to Olympus or Asgard. Please, do not do this." Athena begged her father with tears building up in her eyes. The Goddess of Wisdom was always intelligent, reasoned, and unemotional, but for the first time in her life, she was filled with emotion over the thought of losing her only child. "Forgive me my child, but we cannot tolerate this offspring of yours any longer. She is a danger to the future of Olympus and to all Pantheons around the world." Zeus explained, but this time with a deep sorrow as Athena was his most precious child and hurting her was a blow to his heart. "I want no more interruptions. You may continue, Ares." Zeus gestured his son to speak.

Ares took one last glance at Athena with a smug grin on his face before looking up at his father who sat at the vertex of the room alongside his wife. The God of War had only dreamed of one day hurting his sister and this was how he was going to do it. "Father, allow me to personally pour down my wrath on the girl. We have hurled many fierce creatures at this abomination and yet she somehow manages to slay every single one. Allow me to use my arena and finally put an end to your troubles." The God of War explained, hoping his father would accept his proposition. Ares knew that if he was successful with killing Helena Troy, he would finally get closer to his father which would bring him one step to fulfilling his goal in overthrowing him and watching humanity plunge itself into a conflict that would end Western Civilization. Zeus once again stroke his white beard as he thought about the consequences of allowing Ares to do whatever he pleased, but the threat of Helena Troy far outweighed the threat of Ares, at least that's what Zeus believed. "Very well, my son. Do not fail me." Zeus instructed, his eyes narrowed as to show the God of War that this was a serious manner and failure was not an option.

"Father, you are making a grave mista-"Athena attempted to interject again, but Zeus completely silenced her before she could complete her sentence. "ENOUGH, ATHENA!" Zeus loudly shouted, causing the room to shake as a loud clap of thunder came from above. "I grow tired of your insolence! You are the one that brought this upon us and now you must deal with the consequences of this mistake." Zeus lectured as he slammed his fist into his arm chair. "My child, you are lucky that my compassion for you outweighs my wrath as you would of faced a punishment far severe than Prometheus himself for your treachery. Do you even understand what you have done by conceiving a child with our counterparts in the North?! The destruction of us all! The end of deities as humanity knows it!" Zeus growled before taking a deep breath and exhaling. Athena held back her response despite wanting to counter her father, but she realized that her words will not save her daughter, she had to be wise in this situation. "Forgive me, father."Athena calmly said before shape-shifting into a white owl and flying out the Council Room alongside her owl companion, Bubo. Zeus yet again took a deep breath as he watched his daughter exit the meeting room, placing his palm over his forehead. "Leave at once, Ares." Zeus murmured. Ares nodded and took a bow before turning his back on his dysfunctional family with a large grin on his face. "Time to fetch me my contenders." He said to himself as he walked away and exited the Council Hall. Zeus only agreed to allow Ares to deal with Helena, but the God of War had a past score to settle with those who thwarted his plan way before the daughter of Athena was discovered.


Helena peered over the glistering lake that stood before her; the demigod's crystal blue eyes darting back and forth as she studied the swimming patterns of the variety of fishes. "Hey, little guys." She murmured before removing her Scandinavian modern day turn-boots, made completely out of leather, and slowly removing her ankle wrappings. Helena now stood at the edge of the lake with a blue tunic on, dark brown trousers made out of linen, and a wooden stick in her hand. The former princess had crafted a four pronged spear out of wood earlier as she made her way toward the lake; she was starving and needed to replenish before continuing onward with her journey. After studying the fishes, Helena took a step into the lake and could feel the fishes brush against her toned legs as they swam past. "Gotcha" She said to herself while twirling her spear with one hand before thrusting the sharp weapon downwards and impaling the fish with ease. The former princess smiled brightly as she brought the sharp wooden prongs of the spear a few inches from her face, examining the fish she had caught. She was ecstatic to find that she had captured a salmon fish which wasn't as exciting to the mortal world, but to her capturing the salmon fish was as precious as gold due to the fact that there were many tales behind the popular fish. The Irish believed that the salmon was associated with wisdom and according to their tale, an ordinary salmon ate nine hazelnuts that fell into the Well of Wisdom, giving the fish all the world's knowledge. There was another tale associated with the salmon fish that the demigod was quite familiar with "Loki the Salmon." According to the tale, the trickster-god Loki had murdered Baldur through a scheme which did not suit well with the other gods as Baldur was known to be the most beloved of all the Norse Gods. Always one step ahead, Loki fled and transformed himself into an actual salmon as he knew the gods would seek vengeance for their fallen brother.

After recalling all the tales associated with the salmon fish in her head, Helena pulled the fish out of her spear and walked out of the lake with trouble as the water was up to her thighs; she needed to hurry back to the cabin so she can continue her journey before nightfall. "I have not enjoyed fishing since......" She stopped herself from completing her sentence as the memories of her beloved home flashed through her mind. Helena took a deep breath before tossing her wooden spear aside and slung the salmon over her back. The demigod was longing to return home, but she knew very well that if she returned without the answers she sought, she would endanger all her people including her mother. "The faster I find him the sooner I can return home." She reminded herself, her voice filled with a deep sadness. Helena was told by Surtr to seek out a man who was called the wise one; he told her that this man had the answers to all her questions and that he was located somewhere in this land, but finding him so far seemed to be futile. The demigod did not understand how a simple man could have all the answers to her questions and she did not understand how a simple man could dwell in a place that was filled with undead warriors who seemed to have fallen in battle; there had to be more to this man than what the fire giant had led on. "Weel keek na further, lassie!" A mysterious voice shouted cheerfully. Helena jolted involuntarily as the voice had caught her by surprise, something she was not use to at all as she was taught from a young age that a warrior always prepared for the unexpected and always kept their guard up even in peace. "Not many could sneak up on me, stranger. Reveal yourself at once." She demanded as she surveyed the area carefully, clutching her fist tightly as she prepared for an unexpected attack. "Urr ye aye sae hostile? a'm doon 'ere, lassie." The voice blurted, but then realized at the last minute that he shouldn't of told her where he was until he explained that he was indeed an ally and the person she was looking for. "Mah heid is aboot tae become a soccor baw, curse th' weel."He mumbled nervously. Helena glanced downward as she followed the instruction of the mysterious voice, her eyes instantly widening at what laid before her. "Great Hera! You are, Mimir?!" She exclaimed at the sight of the beheaded wise man. Being the daughter of Athena, Helena had a strong love for knowledge and as a child she would find herself studying so many different Pantheons with Greek and Norse being her favorite, but she took a particular interest to the tales of Mimir which is how she was able to recognize him with no trouble, he was the only talking head she knew that resided in Scandinavia after all. There are two famous tales that tell the story of Mimir, but one tale seemed to be more credible according to ancient sources and the Prose Edda. Mimir was the brother of Bestla, a frost-giantess who bore Odin, Vili, and Ve. He was the keeper of the second sacred well of Yggdrasil, which was found by the root of the World Tree that rose in Jotunheim. During the Aesir-Vanir War, the two sides finally decided to establish a truce by exchanging hostages; the Vanir Gods exchanged Njord and his son Frey to the Aesir Gods, while the Aesir Gods gave Honir and Mimir to the Vanir. However, when Honir, now chief of the Vanir, attended to a meeting without Mimir, his advisor, Honir found himself not being able to make any decision. This made the Vanir suspicious of being cheated in the exchange, so they seized Mimir, beheaded him, and sent his decapitated head back to Asgard. Odin furious at what the Vanir had done, took the head of Mimir to Jotunheim and soaked it in the Well of Knowledge, reanimating the head of the man. Mimir now indebted to Odin, swore to counsel him and become his most trustworthy advisor for eternity.

"Th' yin 'n' ainlie, lassie!" Mimir beamed with satisfaction, relieved that she did not send his head crashing into a thick tree. Helena knelt down on one knee to get a closer look at the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. "It is truly an honor to be among your presence, but what brings you to a place like this? You should be counseling, The Raven King, should you not?" Helena asked with curiosity, her face perplexed. "Isnae it ah kent that awreedy? a'm 'ere tae answer a' yer questions. Thay dinnae ca' me th' smartest jimmy alive fur hee haw, ye ken." He proudly stated, raising his chin high. The demigod chuckled, she pictured Mimir having a body and puffing up his chest as he proudly declared that he was the smartest man alive, but she then caught on to what he had just said. "Wait, you are the wise one?! I knew the wise one was no ordinary man and I should of put the pieces together, but why would Surtr keep this truth from me?" She questioned with a serious tone. Mimir let out a deep sigh, he knew the truth on why the fire giant would deceive her, but for her own safety, he decided not to tell her about the prophecy. "S"urprisingly, ah dae nae hae th' answer tae that quaistion, bit whit does it maiter? a'm 'ere noo wi' th' answers ye sae desire." He proclaimed. Helena knew very well that Mimir was hiding something from her, she noticed he had wrinkled his nose and turned his eyes away from her, but she decided it was best for her not to get involved in something that had nothing to do with her. "What am I? And do I have the blessing of Odin?" She questioned, lifting his head from the ground and looking into his sunken eyes. One portion of Mimir's face was completely grey with some dark spots indicating that he once was decomposing and dead. The other half of his face was smooth like a newborn baby due to him being submerged in the Well of Knowledge. Mimir knew what he was doing was highly treasonous, but he couldn't just allow another innocent girl to suffer. "Ye hae made mukkers 'n' enemies in Asgard, Helena Troy. Yer a-" Before the Guardian of the Well could complete his sentence, three daggers whizzed passed his ear with precision as the demigod held his head. "Whit in th' nine realms wis that!?" He yelped. Helena was just as surprised as Mimir, she lowered his head from her face and placed him firmly on the ground, facing the area where the daggers were thrown. The former princess narrowed her eyes as she stared firmly at the mysterious man that stood a few feet away from their position, holding back every inch of anger that was mysteriously building up inside her. Helena wanted to charge at the man with superhuman speed, but strangely her mind kept nudging her to wait patiently before engaging him as if her brain was analyzing the stranger even though she wanted to explode. For some reason as well, the very presence of this man was stirring up all the anger she had stored away all these years to the point she wanted to grab the head of Mimir and squeeze him with her bare hands. The man was seven feet tall, donning ruby red armor that gave the appearance of being bathed in blood, a black polished Corinthian helmet with a red horsehair plume, plate pauldron's engraved with the head of wild boars on both shoulders, a muscle cuirass with the skull of a vulture engraved in the middle of the chest, greaves, leather bracers, and a black pteruges.

"Well, Well, What do we have here? The barbarian head conspiring with the bastard child." The man sneered, opening his arms as he slowly strode toward them. Mimir gulped as he immediately realized who they were dealing with and if he was here then all was lost for the girl. "God o' war o' Greece....Yer nae permitted tae step foot in thae sacred lands according tae th' convention o'- Ares raised his hand, preventing Mimir from completing his sentence. "Are you really going to lecture me at a time like this, head? Tell me, does the All.....Father, know you are here with the girl? Hm, I highly doubt it. In fact, I did not see you or that witch at the meeting between our Pantheons. It truly would be a shame to tell your King that you have endangered us all by conspiring against him." Ares babbled with a large grin across his face as he slowly continued to stride toward them. Helena stood stunned, she was standing before Ares, the God of War; she just couldn't believe one of the Twelve Olympians, she worshiped was a few feet away from her. "Ah jalouse th' stories aboot yer true then, ye pure dinnae think, dae ye? dae ye pure think ye kin threaten th' smarest jimmy alive? ah ken everyhing, warmonger. Ah hae cum stain that ye wish tae overthrow yer gey ain faither whilk is none o' mah business, bit if ah wur ye, ah wid shove they threats up yer-" Helena lightly tapped Mimir with the tip of her shoes, silencing him. In all reality, the demigod wanted to stomp on the head of the Knowledge God with all her strength, but being a demigod and trained from a young age to use her anger wisely, she was able to resist the burning temptation. "Lord...Ares." She said as calmly as possible, bowing down to the War God as she held back the raging storm brewing inside of her. Despite Ares being heavily disliked by both mortals and the gods, it was still proper to show respect to a god even one as vile as the God of War.

"You truly are a wise one, girl. I thank you for putting that barbaric head in his place as I was about to feed him to my vultures, Asgardian or not." He threatened, still with that vile smirk as he finally reached the demigod who only was six feet tall compared to him. "It is truly an honor to stand before you, Lord Ares, and I mean no disrespect when I say there is no need for threats or violence. Mimir was just aiding me in my quest for the answers that I desperately seek." She firmly said without any fear, gritting her teeth as she held back the desire to uppercut the God. "You feel that, don't you? The rage coursing through your body? I know that look. You see, I was born with the ability to control the very emotions that lead to war. Why do you think there has been countless rumors of war in this age? The tensions with China over the Pacific, Russia and NATO, Iran and Saudi Arabia, The Kurdistan Independence War, North Korea and the United States, China and India, and the list goes on. I enjoy whispering in the ears of these mortals and watching them slaughter each other like pigs, but you see my father and your-Athena has forbid me from fully allowing humanity to plunge itself into a conflict that would end civilization itself, but that is all going to change now that you are here." Ares lectured, placing his hand on her shoulder. The God of War cared very little in what his dysfunctional family believed about the girl, he was all in this for his purpose and he was going to see it through. Helena gently shrugged his hand off her shoulder, her face now as stern as ever. "I refuse to help you in your wretched quest for bloodshed, and I am only mortal as you would call it. Why are you really here, God of War? Is it to give me the answers that I desire? Has Olympus finally answered my prayers?" She asked with a sign of irritation as the God of War seemed to be obstructing her from gaining the answers she so deserved. "What happened to the girl that knew her place when speaking to a God? I guess my god-like abilities really did induce you, haha. You see, I don't take no for an answer, you mutt. So you have a choice here, you can either come willingly or by the force, I love force by the way." Ares said with firm persistence as he turned his back on her to open a flaming portal.

Using this opportunity to attack, Helena used her superhuman speed to quickly perform a German suplex on the God of War which caught him by surprise. The demigod crossed her arms around his armored chest, holding him as tight as possible before lifting him up and falling backwards, causing the War God to land on his neck and his helmet to fly off. If Ares was not a god, this would of resulted in his death due to her superhuman strength and his head being snapped like a twig. Helena stood completely in shock, she just suplexed the God of War which should of been an impossible task for someone who was just a mortal. "Holy, Well. He sure deserved that! bade concentratit, lassie." Mimir cheerfully advised as if he was the Greek mentor, Chiron. Ares pulled himself up from the ground and turned to face the young demigod who still was frozen from the feat she had just pulled off. "I underestimated her." Ares murmured with embarrassment at what just happened. The demigod still was wrapping her head around everything, she could hear Mimir shouting her name to get her attention, but she wouldn't budge.

"Helena! keep edgy!" Mimir shouted as loud as ever, snapping the demigod out of her trance, but it was too late, Ares now stood before the former princess and opened his mouth, releasing a menacing roar that sent the demigod crashing through multiple trees before she could even react with her bracers. The roar was so loud and powerful that it was described by Mimir to be as loud as artillery guns firing in sequence. Helena now laid unconscious, pieces of trees and tree trunks laid scattered around her and on top of her. "Ye brainless buffon! if ainlie, ah hud mah body again, is she deid!?" Mimir asked loudly with a sense of guilt as he should of allowed Freya to come with him. Ares simply walked passed the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, pushing the broken down trees with ease that stood in his way from achieving his prize. "She survived the blast, you headless savage." Ares sneered, finally reaching the unconscious body. "Howfur in th' name o' odin dae ye ken that?" Mimir asked, feeling relieved that she might be alive. "For the smartest man alive, you sure don't seem to know the obvious. The mutt could of took my power without going unconscious if she wasn't holding herself back mentally. She truly believes she is mortal which has caused her to block out her god-like potential. Why am I even explaining this to a savage like you?" He asked with a dry tone, removing a huge tree trunk that laid on top of the demigod. Mimir would of told Zeus that Ares was plotting to overthrow him, but it was too risky as Ares now knew that he was trying to help the girl and surely he had a plan in motion that would inform Odin of the betrayal. Ares picked up the seemingly lifeless body of the demigod, slinging her body over his broad shoulders and making his way toward Mimir before stopping to face the talking head one last time. "If you ever threaten me again, I'll be sure to send you back to Odin with both of your eyes missing, I don't care how important you are." Ares threatened, his eye sockets burning with flames as if they were ancient torches before opening up a flaming portal and disappearing into it.

Helena grunted as she awoke to the sun beaming down her crystal blue eyes from a small cell window; she could hear the sounds of laughter, warrior chants, suffering, and the pleasures of the flesh from a distance, her head pounding as if she was pummeled to the ground by Hercules himself. "Where......Am.....I?" She murmured in pain as she surveyed the dungeon room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were made of a special bronze materiel that emitted a golden light as if the materiel was crafted by a divine being. Helena stared at the wall with disgust, she could see the metal was stained with dry blood and feces, but the worst part was that the air was also contaminated with the smell of both animal feces, human feces, death, and urine. The demigod did attempt to punch a hole through the metal, but it only absorbed the physical force of her punch and sent her hand jerking back; clearly indicating that the metal material was clearly foreign to the mortal world. The former princess glanced up at the metal ceiling, she could hear due to her superhuman senses; the screams of an excited crowd, metal clashing together, and the roars of familiar mystical creatures. Helena quickly figured out she was underneath a battle arena clearly inspired by the Roman Colosseum and that she would have to fight to the death, but what puzzled her was the fact that Ares needed her help in order to bring about his plan, and she didn't understand how her death would help him achieve that if she was just a mortal. Helena took a deep breath before turning around and noticing a bunch of pipe frame bunk beds pressed up against the walls that made up the dungeon room, but what was strange about these beds is the fact that they weren't there when she gained consciousness. The former princess tilted her head to the side as she noticed everything she needed for battle laid on one particular bunk bed, with a large grin forming in her face, Helena approached the bunk bed and began to observe the armor and weapons as she waited for whatever the fates had in store for her.

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The Vanishing...

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It was finally over and Superion looks out over Metro City with a heart full of sadness. Nemesis had done a lot of damage when she attacked the city, but thankfully it still remained standing. Still, a lot of work needs to be done and Superion vows that he will help rebuild the city. But before he can even think about doing that, he finds himself enveloped in magical energy as Ares kidnaps the Man of Steel.

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The Blue Ghost:

The Blue Ghost is not pleased with Nemesis. The Cyborg had harmed not only her, but her adopted daughter as well. She wants to punish Nemesis for it by trapping her mind within a prison inside of her head. But Paragon didn't allow it. Pity. As the Blue Ghost heads towards a building downtown to resume her identity as a citizen of Metro City, she, like Superion, finds herself whisked away in a beam of magical energy.

Seriously?! She thinks to herself, WHAT NOW?!

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Green Sentinel:

Green Sentinel's job is done, but no doubt his superiors in the Green Sentinel Corps have been wondering why their rising star hasn't checked in for hours and hours. So, he says his goodbyes and heads off into space.

While Hal heads off to the planet Mogu, he thinks of the latest recruit in the GSC, Jessica Jordan. She's a scientist, but so a naive. Soon enough, she'll learn how the world works and then it'll be interesting to see how well Jessica handles any given situation.

For now, though, Hal sees Mogu just ahead as he comes out of hyperspace. But the planet disappears...no, not the planet. Hal disappears. He sigh's, "Not again!"

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Thunderstorm better check with King Thor before she decides to head home to see how her friend Paragon is doing. So the palace it is. She arrives in good time and is promptly stopped. She cannot see the King so she relays a message. A message is sent back to her. Was it from King Thor or someone else? Who knows. Either way, it read an order to find Heimdall immediately.

Thunderstorm reluctantly accepts the quest as she would have preferred to simply leave Asgard and return to Earth. However, she will perform her duty. And so it is, Lara begins her search for the missing Asgardian. The first place she begins is the bifrost bridge, but she finds no clue as to where Heimdall might be. Not one.

So far, this is proving to be a fruitless search but Thunderstorm decides to then question some warriors in a bar who were the last ones to see Heimdall before he vanished. Here, Thunderstorm gains her first lead. So, Lara decides to follow it. But then, Thunderstorm vanishes as well, having been kidnapped by Ares, the god of war and right from under the noses of the Asgardians...

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Warrior Angel:

Warrior Angel feels nothing but rage towards Nemesis. First, for shooting her in the head. Second, for keeping her in a coma for nearly the entire time she was kidnapped. Karah had wanted so much to exact a little payback. She is not one for revenge, but in this case she felt a little entitled to at least a little payback. Just put her in a room alone with Nemesis. Is that too much to ask?

Justice is done, so Warrior Angel has to be satisfied with that at least. So, she heads home, hot on the heels of the Blue Ghost when she sees the alien vanish before her very eyes. Where did she go?! Was this Nemesis again?! Warrior Angel finds herself bathed in magic energy and now she is vanishing as well. "Can't you cut me a break?" She screams out to the universe as she disappears.

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Hi. My name is Zephyr and I'm the fastest woman alive. As soon as that mess in Metro City was taken care of, I went back home to Glade City. I don't know about you, but when I come back home from an adventure, I'm starved! Restaurants are way too slow for me, so I run home. It's just a little over a second before I have a mountain of food prepared for myself. Hey, I have to eat a lot you know! High metabolism and all that. So, I'm busy scarfing it all down when I notice I can see through my hands. Whaaa?

And then I vanish. Well, good thing I got to finish my food first. Shame I didn't get to the dessert, though. Now I wonder what I've gotten myself into this time.

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It's only Apex's second night out on the job when something unexpected happens. Although it was Theron King, the Apex Predator, who helped defeat Ares on a past mission, it's Mary Wayne who trained him. Plus, Theron was dead and that means Apex gets kidnapped by the god of war.

In a flash of magic light, Apex disappears right before she can leap on top of some bad guys and ends up in a place she never expected.

The Dungeon...

One by one, each hero arrives in turn beginning with Superion and ending with Zephyr. Each one is laying on a bunk, but they all get up because they are puzzled as to where they are. Those with enhanced senses are repulsed by the foul odors and smells. Superion is the one who notices Shield-Maiden first. For a second or two, he's taken aback by how remarkably beautiful she is. But then then he snaps out of it, noticing how she's dressed. Looks like some kind of warrior outfit. But before he can say anything, it's Zephyr who tries to vibrate through the walls of their cell only to find she gets a nasty shock when she tries. Screaming in pain, she falls on her back, but Green Sentinel catches her with a green glowing construct of a soft bed. Hal checks on his hurt teammate.

In the meantime, the Blue Ghost discovers she cannot phase through the walls, Thunderstorm can't break through them with her hammer, Superion and Warrior Angel cannot break through with their fists. Even Apex, a master escape artist, cannot see an immediate way to escape from the cell. So, once that is established and Zephyr is able to stand on her own again, everyone starts noticing Shield-Maiden. Naturally, they all talk at once except Apex, asking who are you and all that stuff. But it's Superion who has the voice of command, of respect and of leadership. He gently calms his friends down and then approaches Shield-Maiden himself.

Superion has a very commanding presence. Handsome, tall, well built. It's easy to understand why the others follow him. He's gentle but decisive, polite but assertive. "Hello." He says with a rather charming smile, "I'm Superion and these are my friends," He introduces his friends in turn, each nodding their heads, waving, some smiling and saying hi in turn. Most offer to shake Helena's hand, especially Warrior Angel, who has taken an immediate liking to Helena for some reason. Superion continues when the pleasantries are done, "May I ask who you are and do you have any idea why we are here, perhaps even who might have taken us here?"

Superion knows about the sounds above, he can hear it all. But he can't see through the walls here. His X-Ray Vision is being blocked by too much magic. Thunderstorm, being an archaeologist, knows the cell has a roman touch to it. Late 1st century, perhaps a bit later she guesses. Thunderstorm mentions this out loud even as Apex stands in a dark corner, watching Helena with the eye of suspicion.

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(OOC: Sorry for such a late response.)

The Sorcerer Supreme made a grand entrance through one of his iconic portals like how he normally would. He was now in a dingy, poorly lit dungeon that looked like it hadn't been used for some time. As he looked around the new location, he saw a fairly large group of what seemed to be superheroes locked within a cage. Some of them he recognized, but most he did not recall ever meeting in person. As he continued to inspect the area, he felt a strong magical presence of a spell coming off of the walls of the dungeon.

He took a few steps closer as the people inside of the cage began to take notice of his arrival. He figured that it was about time that he introduced himself. "Hello, I'm am Mister Surreal, the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth. The reason why I have come here was because I felt a magical disturbance in this location. Do you require my assistance with exiting that cage", he said in his polite tone of voice.

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Helena continued to observe the equipment that laid before her with her beautiful electric blue eyes: The Lasso of Apollo, The Tiara of Athena, Stormcaller, and her armored outfit, all scattered on the sheets of the bunk bed. The Gods of Olympus have finally answered her prayers, they must of foreseen the treachery Ares committed against them, or maybe it was Mímir who somehow managed to warn them after being attacked, but the only question that lingered in her mind was, why haven't they foiled the plans of Ares? Why was she still here? These are questions she kept asking herself. The demigod knelt down on one knee and looked up at the metal ceiling, she could still hear the excitement of the crowd along with swords clashing together and the roar of different creatures. "I do not understand the plans of the Gods, but praise be to you all for giving me a chance." She prayed, giving thanks for the equipment she had been blessed with. Maybe the Gods tasked her with foiling the plans of Ares, but that seemed insane. It is true, she was able to supplex the God of War which should of been impossible, but stopping him was a whole different story. All she truly knew is that the Gods must of teleported these items to her from her trip to Scandinavia.

After contemplating, the demigod removed her blue tunic, a long strip of cloth made of thick cotton now only covering her breast. She then removed her turn-boots and dark brown trousers. Now that all her clothing were completely off, Helena picked up her Atholis red dress made of leather that continued downwards to her torso ending in a multi-paneled mini-skirt, and began to get dressed. She slipped into her black pants that went under the dress and slid her feet into some brown knee high boots decorated with silver armored plates. She then finally put her silver armored breastplate lined with red over her dress. The Bracers of Forge that covered her forearms glinted from the small sunlight that came from the dungeon window. Hearing a strange teleportation sound from behind her, Helena looked over her shoulder to now find the room filled with strangers. "Oh, Hades." She murmured as she instantly recognized some of them from the news. Fear suddenly struck the demigod as if Phobos, the God of Fear, Son of Ares and Aphrodite, had stood in the room and plagued her. Helena's fatal flaws is anxiety and has haunted her since she was a child. The flaw in her character is so severe that she tried her best to avoid working with others in battle due to the intense fear of losing someone or being betrayed.

Helena watched uneasy as each member in the dungeon cell attempted to break free from their captivity by using their distinctive abilities on the mysterious metal wall to no avail. The demigod concluded that each member in this room was a victim of Ares' wrath, and she would have to fight alongside them in order to gain her freedom which made her beyond nervous. The only hope that seemed to calm her down was the fact that each member could hold their own against whatever Ares had planned. She didn't need to lead them into battle or that's what she thought. The demigod completely turned around as each member took notice of her and began to introduce themselves, causing the anxiety to worsen as she did not wish to get close to them whatsoever. Before she could respond to each member, a tall, muscular, handsome man approached her with a smile brighter than Apollo himself. His hair was jet black like the waters of the River Styx and he had baby blue eyes. He had the muscle build of Hercules, she would know as Hercules was one of her mentors. He wore a strange outfit, at least to her, his costume was a pair of bright blue long john's, red tights over the outfit, a yellow belt, red boots, a red cape with a seal of an S on the back of it, and the same seal on his chest. Helena wanted to brush him off as he greeted her, mostly because she didn't want to get close with anyone, but she felt a deep connection to him for some strange reason. Even though her flaws were fiercer than the Amazons, Helena deeply cared for others and would risk her life for anyone: friends, family, strangers, and even enemies sometimes. The demigod just didn't want to have anyone's death on her conscience and she knew deeply how it felt to be betrayed by those who claimed to love you. "My name is Helena Troy, Princess of Atholis, and daughter to Queen Athenais." She replied to everyone with a Greek accent, standing proud and tall as she swallowed her weakness for the moment. The demigod shook each members hand, but three people stood out to her from the rest. The woman known as Warrior Angel, caught her attention immediately, she wondered if they have met before, but that possibility seemed unlikely. Something about Thunderstorm seemed familiar as well, but the demigod decided it was best not to ask questions. The connection coming from Superion as their hands shook was overwhelming, so overwhelming that Helena quickly let go of his hand, but in a way that hid the fact that she was bothered by something. The man seemed to have a noble, gentle, kindhearted, and selfless personality, but something about him made her uneasy.

"Ares, the God of War, has brought you all to this wretched place, as for why, I do not know. All I know is that he wishes to use my death to plunge humanity into a conflict so great, it would make both World Wars look preposterous." She said to them all, her facial expression turning perplexed as she herself did not understand why Ares would pour his wrath against these heroes. As the demigod was about to call out different probabilities, a strange portal opened up in the center of the room, halting her from speaking. Helena shook her head in disappoint as she watched the man step out of his portal and began to survey the foul room. The demigod raised an eyebrow as the man introduced himself as Mister Surreal, Sorcerer Supreme of Earth. "You should have never came here, Sorcerer," She bluntly said, her face now filled with disappoint, but deep down she just hated the fact that another hero was fated to fight alongside her. "The God of War might be impetuous, but I am willing to wager that he purposely allowed you to come here, which means you cannot leave." The warrior concluded before turning away from them all to grab her weapons that laid on the mysterious bed. Helena quickly undid her dragon braid, revealing her wavy polished black hair. "I will try my best to get you all out of this, I swear on the River Styx." She promised as she hung the Lasso of Apollo at the right side of her hip. "This is my fight. None of you should have to suffer whatever the fates have in store for me." Helena said, placing the Tiara of Athena around her forehead and sheathing her sword in her silver scabbard.

Helena shook her head as she watched as everyone got acquainted with one another, something she was trying to avoid at all cost. She did answer some questions here and there, but she tried her best to keep her distance. It was foolish to get close with anyone in here. An hour seemed to go by before the dungeon room door swung open without even being unlocked. "Let's go heroes, I am starving!" A deep monstrous voice commanded from outside the dungeon room. One by one, each hero exited the dungeon room, Helena exiting last and coming to a full stop as she realized what stood before the heroes. Two eight-foot-tall giants with flails in their hands. The giants had razor sharp teeth like a Great White Shark. They were both bare chested and only had on loincloths to cover their private area. The giants looked like cavemen to her, but what surprised her the most was to see them working for Ares. "Laestrygonian Giants." Helena murmured. She remembered Odysseus and his crew, coming across these man-eating giants during his journey back to Ithaca. The giants were ferocious and ate many of Odysseus's men along with destroying eleven of his twelve ships.

Laestrygonian Giant #1

"None of you try anything funny or the freak explodes." He pointed stupidly at the wall, but he truly meant to point at Helena. The Laestrygonian Giants were never really bright.

Laestrygonian Giant #2

"I've had there kind before, but I can't wait to feast on these two, brother," The twin giant pointed to Superion and Blue Ghost while licking his lips like a creep, "Mmm, alien, brother." He said as he sniffed the two alien heroes, drool dripping from his mouth.

Laestrygonian Giant #1

"Enough, brother!" He shouted, "We best not keep Lord, Ares, and the guests waiting. We can feast on their bodies once they fall in battle." The man-eating giant said, full of anticipation. "Get moving, heroes!" The giant commanded, shoving the demigod with one hand.

Helena wondered what the giants meant by her exploding? Did Ares do something to her while she was unconscious? Or were they bluffing? Judging by the circumstances, she decided it was best to comply with the giants. The demigod glanced at the heroes, mouthing the words. "Do not do anything rash, I will get you all out of this." Before following one of the man-eating giants while the other giant followed closely behind. As the heroes strode through a dark passageway; the smell of animals, blood, urine, feces, and much more, grew more intense. The passageway walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of stone which didn't come off as a surprise. Helena suspected from beginning that the cell they were in was custom made to hold powerful individuals such as herself, Superion, and Zephyr. Ares had been planning this for the longest of time. As the heroes passed through the other prison cells, Helena could hear other prisoners pleading for death to sweep over them while some seemed content with their lifestyle as slaves. She never understood what was so glorious in murdering others for sport, it was a disgusting practice that should of died with the Roman Empire a long time ago.

After spending some time going through multiple passageway and passing prison cells that each told a story, the heroes finally were escorted up some stairs that led to a gigantic gate that separated the slaved warriors from their deaths. "Are you ready to be eaten, heroes?" The giant escorting them asked with a crooked smile as he made a full stop in front of the gate. Helena could hear the massive crowd, cheering with excitement and motivation as if they were a large army. The demigod glanced back at the heroes with a worrisome look, she did not want to be responsible for their deaths. "May the Fates be kind to you all." She blessed them all before turning her attention to the gigantic wooden gate that lurched and rattled as the twin giant behind the heroes pulled the chained lever. "Ah, don't you heroes smell that? The smell of rotting flesh? I can't wait to get my hands on your corpses" The front giant laughed as the door finally opened completely, revealing the wide arena and the massive crowd.

Helena stepped forward into the arena with her shoulders back and her head held high. The crowd roared with excitement as the heroes all stood closely together, ready to face whatever fate threw at them. Encircling the arena was a wide marble terrace, very similar in design to the Roman Colosseum. The demigod calculated that the seats of the arena were about ten feet above the floor, which she didn't find so impressive. The arena was surrounded by a u-shape row of seats made completely out of stone with every seat occupied as if this was the biggest show of all time. There were mortals, Minor Gods, mythological creatures from all parts of the world, and even aliens. The seating was divided into four main sections, reflecting the status of the occupants. Ares and his special servants sat in the first tier of the arena. The Minor Gods sat in the second tier. Sitting in the third tier were mythological creatures from every mythology. And in the fourth tier sat the mortals, aliens, and slaves. The arena floor was completely covered in white sand, dazzling with crystals. It would of looked so beautiful if it wasn't soaked up in so much blood and guts. The most disturbing part was the pile of bodies rotting in every corner; the body of a Centaur laid helplessly on the left hand corner, his horse stomach had been sliced open and his intestines were spilled all over the sandy floor. Ares didn't seem so concerned in keeping the arena sanitary for the audience, she thought.

Helena looked straight across the arena, her electric blue eyes squinting from the beaming sunlight. She could feel the warmth of the sun against her fair skin as if Apollo was shining down upon her. As the demigod surveyed the arena, she concluded that their opponents would either come from the opposite gate across from them or underneath the arena itself. Growing tired of waiting, Helena boldly shouted over the roaring crowd. "Lord Ares! I am willing to play your games, but all I ask is that you grant these heroes their freedom. They should not have to suffer because of me." The crowd began to hurl insults and throw various objects at the sound of that request. This game was truly the most anticipated event in the whole world and they were not going to allow anyone to ruin it for them.

Ares finally rose from his throne with a large grin across his face. The crowd went full silent. The God of War walked up to the elevated podium covered in a box known as the Imperial Box with his arms stretched out as if he was untouchable. He wore a blood red chiton, a black colored cloak known as a himation over the linen fabric, a golden colored girdle around his waist, and a wreath around his head made out of boar tusk. He was a handsome man, in a macho looking way, like the perfect ideal soldier. His hairstyle was quite common among warriors around the world, the high and tight look. "Look at you all, standing there like pigs ready to be slaughtered,"He laughed coldly, the rest crowd following along . "My not so apologies for the delay, I had to stir up some trouble in Africa. You know, I almost feel sorry for the women and children that were kidnapped by those fighters, but I felt even more sorry for the warriors trying to defend them." He said with a wicked grin before eyeing the demigod, his own eyes filled with hate and destruction. "Ah, the abomination now wishes to cooperate. I am sorry, but I must reject that request. See, you are all here for a reason, especially you, girl," He laughed before turning his attention to the crowd. "My guest have been waiting for this type of bloody match for months, I can't just forsake them now." The crowd cheered and roared like a bunch of Spartans charging into battle. "Now, let me break this down to you all. If you try to escape, engage me, or even try something foolishly heroic, the girl dies instantly," Ares warned. "I had some allies work something up in her when she was unconscious, hopefully, I don't have to use it. Anyway, let's carry on. You all will fight until your deaths, there is no victory or survival in this arena. Do you animals all understand? Good. Let the games begin!"Ares shouted with a grin, his eye sockets burning with nuclear fire. The crowd all jumped from their seats and began to cheer, chant, and clap with excitement.

Helena looked over at her partners with an uneasy look. She truly did not want to be responsible for these heroes and she did not want their deaths on her conscience. "I do not care for my well-being, you all need to escape at once. If you don't, you all will perish with me. The choice is yours." She warned the heroes, hoping they would heed her advice. Suddenly, the arena floor began to tremble as the center of the arena began to open up, sanding falling into the wide hole as the right and left side of the arena split from each other. Helena could hear the lifting mechanics working themselves until finally the hole in the center was replaced with a wooden floor, emerging the creature they were about to face. Standing on the wooden floor in the center of the arena on all fours stood the daughter of Orthus and Echidna, the Sphnix. She had the body of a huge lion, chest of a woman, wings of an eagle, and the head of a Arabic woman. The creature also had a long braided ponytail that passed her lioness buttocks, but the shocking part was that the ponytail was actually a serpent's tail. "The Sphinx. She is of no threat if we answer her riddle correctly. In ancient times, Oedipus bested her, but do not expect her to be bested easily again or to be told the same riddle," Helena whispered to the heroes before turning to Superion. "You are the leader of this team, you should order your warriors to leave at once. Ares is toying with us, which gives you the opportunity to escape. I can hold the Sphinx, trust me." Helena gave him one last plea while he had the chance to escape with his friends.

The Sphinx suddenly spread out her eagle wings and began to flap them, catching the wind and taking off into the blue sky. After a few seconds, the Sphinx swooped back down and landed right in front of the heroes with a brilliant smile, her claws gleaming from the sunlight. The crowd was silent, but Helena could tell they were full of energy and anticipation. Ares was leaning from his seat, his eyes focused on the heroes, waiting to see if they pulled a bad chess move.

Sphinx to Heroes

"Ah, true heroes, finally. I have not tested your kind in a millennia." She grinned, revealing her fangs. "Praise Lord Ares for secretly speeding up my recovering process in Tartarus after......"

Helena Troy

"Throwing yourself from a high rock or devouring yourself out of shame because of Oedipus." Helena blurted, half-annoyed.

Sphinx to Helena

The Sphinx scowled at the demigod for mentioning his name, her eyes turning completely black like endless space."DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK--" She stopped and regained herself. "I see this one knows her history. Hm, why do you seem awfully familiar? That face....I know that face from somewhere." The hybrid creature contemplated.

Helena Troy

"Get on with the riddle." Helena demanded.


"Why don't we start with you then, child. I am hoping you fail because I am going to enjoy devouring you." She grinned yet again.

Sphinx to Helena

"My evanescent heart mirrored that which I adore,

Thus, I ventured into Hades for my love, nothing more.

In which I was pricked and gnawed to the bone

But in the end nothing; my chest remains unsewn.

For I return from my journey into blackness alone,

That one which I came for, lost, yet forever known."

Sphinx to Surreal

"I create empires and turn them to ruin. I heal people but will ultimately weaken them. I change people but I remain constant. With enough of me you can achieve anything. People often waste me but always want more of me. What am I?"

Sphinx to Superion

"The more there is, the less you see. What could I be?"

Sphinx to Blue Ghost

"If you know me, you'll want to share me, but if you share me, I'll be gone. What am I?"

Sphinx to Green Sentinel

"What is flat and round, has a head and a tail but no arms and legs. What is it?"

Sphinx to Thunderstorm

"I'll be right under your feet, in the midday sun. You cannot lose me, no matter how you run. What am I?"

Sphinx to Warrior Angel

"Hit me hard and I will crack. But you'll never stop me from staring back. What am I?"

Sphinx to Apex

"When you need me, you throw me away. But when your done with me, you bring me back. What am I?"

Sphinx to Zephyr

"We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size. What am I?"

Helena gave one last glance to the heroes. "The offer still stands." She whispered before getting ready to answer her riddle. "Now remember children, you answer my riddle wrong, I get the chance to devour you with no resistance." The hybrid said as she lowered her legs, ready to pounce on anyone that answered her riddle wrong.

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When Helena introduced herself by saying:

"My name is Helena Troy, Princess of Atholis, and daughter to Queen Athenais."

Each of Superion's friends say variants of 'nice to meet you' and similar phrases. Superion, above all notices how nervous, and perhaps a little fearful, Helena appears to be. Mostly because he can hear her heart rate increase and he, more so than the others, can detect a thousand different things about what she is feeling by using his super senses of sight, smell and hearing. Apex, to a lesser extent, detects the same thing but she deduces it as well simply by observing how Helena reacts to their presence, ever the detective. Apex is the only one who refuses to shake Helena's hand. Not to be rude, but it's simply who she is. Everyone else, however, shakes Helena's hand in turn with a polite smile on their faces.

Like Helena, Superion also seems to sense some kind of connection with the young warrior standing before him. Standing at 6'3", Helena was only one inch shorter than him. He's the last to the shake Helena's hand, choosing instead to let his friends go first. But when he does take her hand, it seems...so very right for some reason. Perfect, actually. It's like his hand belongs in hers. And when Superion looks into those electric blue eyes of hers, it's almost like a spark passes between them and for a fleeting moment, time seems as if it doesn't exist. Helena's face draws him in, every contour of her face, the shape of her eyes and lips, the way Helena's braid falls over her back. The feel of her hand in his, so soft, yet with the firm grip of a woman accustomed to war. He thinks he feels callouses on her hands from hard work, possibly because of the training she has undergone with her weapons. But the moment passes and Superion no longer feels Helena's hand in his as she pulls away. And the way she does it, it comes across as if he just made her uncomfortable.

Superion is about to ask something about it, but before he can get the chance, Helena speaks first.

"Ares, the God of War, has brought you all to this wretched place, as for why, I do not know. All I know is that he wishes to use my death to plunge humanity into a conflict so great, it would make both World Wars look preposterous."

From her dark corner, Apex narrows her eyes. More than anyone else in this room, she knows full well the horrors of both World Wars. She should know, she's fought in both of them and suffers from PTSD because of it. Before anyone of them can comment further on it, however, another man enters the room and introduces himself, offering a way out of this prison cell. But Helena sadly informs him that he is now trapped as well.

As with Helena, the heroes introduce themselves to Mr. Surreal and if the Sorcerer tries to escape, he may discover that Helena is correct. A few of them ask Helena a question or two, but for the most part, everyone seems to wait around for something inevitable to happen. An hour later, it does. Superion and his friends exit the dungeon cell and find themselves surrounded by strange beings. But thanks to Helena whispering their name, they know what these things are called.

"I've had there kind before, but I can't wait to feast on these two, brother," The twin giant pointed to Superion and Blue Ghost while licking his lips like a creep, "Mmm, alien, brother." He said as he sniffed the two alien heroes, drool dripping from his mouth.

The Blue Ghost raises a black eyebrow and Superion crosses his muscular arms. Both are tempted to put their chances to the test by smashing some teeth in. But they are completely unaware of how powerful these beings are. Best to play things smart for now and they start moving once the command is given.

Apex notices what Helena mouths to them in silence:

"Do not do anything rash, I will get you all out of this."

Through the telepathic link the Blue Ghost has established with her friends, with the exception of Helena and Mr. Surreal, Apex passes the message along to her friends. They are all in agreement about not doing anything rash. However, they also agree to work as a team to get themselves out of this rather than trust Helena alone to do it. They just met her, so why trust her alone to get them out of this? Apex suspects why Ares is doing this, but she isn't sure yet.

As the heroes followed their captors, those with any enhanced senses are assaulted with the foul smells of animals, blood, urine, feces, and much more. Superion, Blue Ghost and Warrior Angel have to breathe through their mouths instead of their noses because the smells bother them more than most. Even Hal and Thunderstorm can smell them, but not nearly as powerful, but even they they have to plug their noses.

At the blessing that Helena bestowed upon them, Superion glances over to his friends and notices that they are all as determined as he is to get out of this. To defeat the purposes of Ares and watch the disappointed looks on their captors faces as they are denied a meal out of them. They say nothing as they each enter the arena.

As Thunderstorm observes the arena she finds herself in, she surmises that she is correct in her assumption this is from the time period she previously determined, being an archaeologist and being skilled enough to know these things. The blood and guts just make Superion and his friends all the more determined to get out of this. But then Helena screams above the roar of the crowd:

"Lord Ares! I am willing to play your games, but all I ask is that you grant these heroes their freedom. They should not have to suffer because of me."

The crowd, unsurprisingly, boos and throws things at them. Most of which miss. And then Ares speaks, saying his piece and what will happen to Helena should they do anything foolish. Superion glances over at Helena, not wishing to see anything bad happen to her. He will do anything to protect her and he finds that thought strange since he's only met her an hour ago.

When Helena says for them to escape, that she doesn't care about her well being, Superion tries to respond but the ground begins shaking and reveals...the Sphinx.

Then Helena says to Superion:

The Sphinx. She is of no threat if we answer her riddle correctly. In ancient times, Oedipus bested her, but do not expect her to be bested easily again or to be told the same riddle," Helena whispered to the heroes before turning to Superion. "You are the leader of this team, you should order your warriors to leave at once. Ares is toying with us, which gives you the opportunity to escape. I can hold the Sphinx, trust me."

Superion looks at Helena with those baby blues of his, but with a determined look that says he will go through heaven and h*** for her before he will leave her side. He speaks what is all on their minds, "We can't do that. We 'all' will escape this place, including you. You heard Ares, if we attempt to escape, you die. I cannot, and will not, let that happen. We're in this together and together we will win." No one dies, not under Superion's watch. Superion smiles, his eyes twinkling. He is entirely confident they can make it out of this.

With their decision made, the Sphinx asks her riddles but not without one final plea from Helena:

Helena gave one last glance to the heroes. "The offer still stands." She whispered before getting ready to answer her riddle.

At which Warrior Angel interjects and whispers to Helena, "And we aren't going anywhere. I stand with you, sister. Today," She says with a warrior's heart that sings with pride, "is a good day to die. If I must, then I do so proudly."

"No one dies today." Superion whispers to Helena. And then they all hear what the Sphinx says to them next.

"Now remember children, you answer my riddle wrong, I get the chance to devour you with no resistance."

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At that, Zephyr wonders if this strange being ever suffers from indigestion. She can't help but to smile at the thought.

As the leader of the Justice League Alliance, Superion answers his riddle first, "The answer to my riddle, Sphinx, is Darkness."

Next, the Blue Ghost answers, "And the answer to my riddle is a secret." It was a good riddle, but the Sphinx really shouldn't have posed that riddle to a woman who knows all too well about keeping secrets from those that she loves.

At the riddle posed to Green Sentinel, he almost says snake. It can lay relatively flat and it has no arms and legs. But a snake is not truly flat. Then he snaps his fingers because the answer has just occurred to him and he smiles smugly, "A coin is the answer to my riddle."

Thunderstorm thinks about her riddle for a moment, but then she catches a glance at Helena's shadow. The answer is obvious, "To answer your riddle, Sphinx, my shadow is the correct answer."

Warrior Angel is literally a kid inside of an adult body. She is scared in this situation, but she hides it well. She calms herself and focuses on the answer to her riddle and then she gets it. At least, she hopes she gets the right answer, "A mirror! That's the answer to my riddle!" She practically beams in delight.

Apex hears the riddle posed to her and it's not a difficult one to figure out, "An anchor is the answer to my riddle." She says in an annoyed tone.

Zephyr literally paces back and forth as everyone answers their riddles. She's very impatient as she waits for her turn to answer hers. She is about to die of boredom before it's finally her turn to answer. Relatively speaking, she's thought about the answer to her riddle for hours even though only seconds have passed. "Words is the answer your looking for." She says with a smirk.

The heroes wait with baited breath.

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#6 Edited by Mister_Surreal (1190 posts) - - Show Bio

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Shortly after he stepped into the dungeon, Mathew introduced himself to the heroes that filled the cage. He excepted at least one of them to express their joy of his arrival, but was instead confronted by a tall, dark-haired woman:

"You should have never came here, Sorcerer. "The God of War might be impetuous, but I am willing to wager that he purposely allowed you to come here, which means you cannot leave."

The woman gave him a serious look that made very clear the perimeters of the situation. The sorcerer immediately went to go test this claim by attempting to harness the power that gave him his transportation ability yet again. When he tried to repeat the spell, he felt nothing but the air current that flowed around his wrist, he quickly glanced at the woman and then back at his own hand. "What type of trap is this?", he thought to himself. He paused for a moment in order to make sure that the power within him was still active. He closed his eyes and began expand an invisible mystical aura around himself to see to what degree this new location had dampened his abilities. After a few moments of brief mediation, he realized that his ability to create portals was the only major ability of his to be completely nullified. Beyond that, he had also nothing was dampened to greatly become intrigued to here that the god of war was the one to set these events in motion.

"This is my fight. None of you should have to suffer whatever the fates have in store for me."

Matthew listened to Helena's words carefully with a noticeably large crink in his brow as she went on. She had suggested that the heroes among this grueling dungeon leave so that she could take care of the matter of Ares without having any unnecessary blood shed. While her proposition was without a doubt extremely selfless of her to offer, it was not one that he could see himself taking at any point in his endless lifetime. He had come here not simply because it is a part of his job description, but something that he felt that he should personally concern himself with. He had experiencing a strange feeling for a while now that head eventually led him to coming to this location. Unfortunately, it would seem that the entire situation was ultimately manipulated that way so that Matthew would come to this location where he would meet his doom. That is if Ares got his way, which was something that he would not allow to happen.

"Let's go heroes, I am starving!"

The group was confronted by two dopey looking giants that were sent to escort them out of the dungeon and go to the next location. As the gathering of heroes walked one by one exiting the dungeon, Matthew looked up and eyed one of the giants who fortunately was not directly looking at him. "I've defeated bigger.", Matthew said under his breath as he walked out. It was true, he had be had met giant that made these two look like church mice They would go through a dark passageway that could only be described as a physical and psychological burden to pass through, with in the most disgusting of smells and remains left for the prisoners to step through as they ventured fourth. While some could barely take the smell of the horrid place, the sorcerer carried on with resistance, showing only mild signs of discomfort. He has had been through his fare share of filthy passageways in his time, some of which were even more unbearable if that was even possible.

"Ah, don't you heroes smell that? The smell of rotting flesh? I can't wait to get my hands on your corpses"

The assault on the senses only got worse at this point, even Mister Surreal had difficulty taking the smells. He was even more agitated by the obnoxious comments that the giants continued to spew from their mouths with glee and sadism. "I doubt that these cowards would dare say that if so much as one of us had not been bound by these shackles.", he thought to himself. By this time, they were just at the arena where countless voices could be heard cheering in anticipation for what seemed to be a gladiator match of sorts. Helena stepped out from the group as she went on into the arena. Matthew discretely asked her to wait, but she seemingly didn't acknowledge his request. Either she did not hear him or she didn't care enough to listen.

"Do not do anything rash, I will get you all out of this."

He did listen to what she had to say however, she seemed to be a capable person who knew what he was doing. However, this did not stop him from concocting a potential plan of escape. It was his duty to help protect the lives of others in anyway that he could, this circumstance was no different then any other one that he was in. The goal was not to engage Ares, but see if there was any way that all of them could escape, that way they could regroup and come up with a way to defeat him. He looked around the environment to see if there were any exploitable weaknesses in the immediate area. While he wasn't planning on using any form of magic, he still retained his high intellect. His thoughts were shortly interrupted when He heard Helena speak again.

"Lord Ares! I am willing to play your games, but all I ask is that you grant these heroes their freedom. They should not have to suffer because of me."

He was once again impressed by how selfless Helena was, but he didn't expect Helena to get much from Ares seeing as how ruthless he was. His eyes beamed down on the group in a wicked fashion as a twisted smile formed in such a way that it betrayed the word. He went on about the havoc that he reaped and the amount of pain that gratified him with every waking moment. Matthew clenched his fist as his face hardened after hearing such horrible words slither out Ares' throat and past his teeth. Deep down, he wanted to rip his chains to shreds and lunge at Ares so that he could settle this entire dispute between them in the very arena that he put them in. But he had mastered his emotions long ago he was not about to let them get the best of him.

"I do not care for my well-being, you all need to escape at once. If you don't, you all will perish with me. The choice is yours."

That was a gamble that he was willing to take, even if it meant that he would never see his friends and allies again. Warrior Angle and Superion voiced their level of courage and loyalty to Helena, he knew that he should do the same. "The same goes for me. I won't leave until everyone here is gone and safe, or until every bone in my body is ground to paste and every drop of blood is squeezed from my flesh by Ares himself.", Mister Surreal said boldly. He could very well die seeing as how there was a sphinx preparing to devour him. In order to survive, he would need to correctly answer her riddle.

"I create empires and turn them to ruin. I heal people but will ultimately weaken them. I change people but I remain constant. With enough of me you can achieve anything. People often waste me but always want more of me. What am I?"

After a moment or two, he had his answer. "It's simple, time is the answer.", he said with little doubt. After the sphinx confirmed it to be true, it moved onto the next person until the last.

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"We can't do that. We 'all' will escape this place, including you. You heard Ares, if we attempt to escape, you die. I cannot, and will not, let that happen. We're in this together and together we will win."

"And we aren't going anywhere. I stand with you, sister. Today, is a good day to die. If I must, then I do so proudly."

"No one dies today."

"The same goes for me. I won't leave until everyone here is gone and safe, or until every bone in my body is ground to paste and every drop of blood is squeezed from my flesh by Ares himself.",

Helena did not know whether to be impressed or even more worried. She had tried her best to convince them to leave, but to no avail. She just wish they could understand and just go while they still had the chance. Helena was trained to never show fear in the heart of battle, but she was pretty sure they all suspected something was bothering her deep inside. Everyone seemingly was depending on her, but she was so terrified of failing them that she just couldn't lead them properly. "Be of good courage, Helena, even if you don't feel courageous right now," She murmured as she tried to gain the confidence in leading these heroes into battle, hopefully not to their deaths as that was one of her fears too.

"We are waiting, child," The Sphinx licked her lips as if she could taste the demigod already.

"My evanescent heart mirrored that which I adore,

Thus, I ventured into Hades for my love, nothing more.

In which I was pricked and gnawed to the bone

But in the end nothing; my chest remains unsewn.

For I return from my journey into blackness alone,

That one which I came for, lost, yet forever known.

Who am I, child?"

The hybrid riddle queen asked again, pacing back and forth as if she could not contain the excitement building up inside her. Helena did not suffer from hubris, but she felt the riddle was an insult to her intelligence. Why choose her specifically for this riddle? Did the Sphinx not know that she was the Princess of Atholis? Where learning Ancient Greek Theology is mandatory. Clearly, the creature was not as bright as everyone believed or maybe she lost her touch from all those years reforming in Tarartus. If she herself was the Sphinx, she would of asked the riddle to the other heroes who probably weren't familiar with Ancient Greek literature. "The answer to your riddle is, Orpheus." The demigod answered without hesitation, confident with her answer. Helena knew the story of the gifted musician quite well, she was always fascinated with his story over the other famous heroes in Greek literature. She remembered her mother asking why she was so interested in the story of Orpheus, but at the time she couldn't give a proper reason until she was chased out from her beloved city. Orpheus was different from all the other heroes because he used his gift as a musician to conquer his obstacles in a warriors world. He saved the Argonauts from the Sirens enchantments by playing his own, more powerful music. He bewitched Charon, the Furies, and Cerberus through his gifted talent in order to venture deeper into the Underworld, and he even used that same music combined with his grief for his wife to convince Hades, God of the Dead, God of Wealth, and King of the Underworld, to allow him to take his wife back to the land of the living. Helena knew very that his life ended in tragedy along with his poor wife, but she loved the fact that he was so unique in his own right. So, of course, she knew the answer to this riddle, Orpheus was her favorite hero after all.

One by one, each hero answered their riddle correctly, some with trouble and some with ease. The demigod glanced over at the heroes, particularly Superion and Surreal, quite impressed. The Sphinx snarled at the success of the heroes and began to circle around them as if she was not going to hold her end of the bargain. Helena clenched her fist tighter than ever as she kept her electric blue eyes on the stalking hybrid, she had a strong feeling that the riddle queen would not keep her end of the deal. "Impossible!!" The Sphinx cried. "I spent a millennia in Tartarus coming up with those riddles! There is no way, I can be bested yet again by a bunch of heroes. You all must've cheated!!!" The hybrid roared, finally stopping in front of Apex. The crowd began to boo at the heroes over the accusation while Ares sat back and clapped his hands in amusement.

Helena continued to watch carefully as the riddle queen went as far down on her haunch, her pupils dilating and her snake tail twitching. The demigod knew all too well that the Sphinx was getting ready to pounce at the mysterious hero, but whether Apex knew was not a risk, the former princess was willing to take. Suddenly in a heartbeat, the Sphinx leapt at Apex, letting out a vicious roar. The crowd jumped up from their seats in excitement, clapping and howling at the unexpected attack. The Sphinx speed was impressive, but not more impressive than the speed and reflexes of the former princess.

From the demigods perspective, everything seemed to slow down as the hybrid pounced at Apex, ready to maul her with both front paws. Not desiring for anyone to be killed on her watch, the former princess dashed to the right with speed that would of deceived the human eye. Suddenly, a silver blur swept past Warrior Angel and Surreal's eyes, and came to a complete halt right in front of Apex. Now, standing in between the mysterious hero and the pouncing lioness, stood the warrior demigod with a look that meant war. "How far you've fallen since Oedipus." The former princess murmured with disappointment as the Sphinx slowly descended downwards, her eyes widening with fear as she realized her mistake all too late. The clear sky above the heroes suddenly tore open with roaring thunder as the demigod drove her fist upwards into the chin of the female creature, hitting her with such a force that mimicked Mjölnir, and sent the creature airborne. The demigod was not faster than Zephyr or Hermes, but she still could move at considerable speed, using her reflexes to deflect many bullets at once, and fast enough to see bullets flying in the air.

Some members of the crowd erupted in applause while some shuddered in fear at the roaring sky. Ares scowled at the shocking performance from the one he claimed to be an abomination, he surely was no longer amused and felt uneasy at the display of her strength. Helena stood stunned as she never punched anything that hard before, but what shocked her the most was when her punch connected with the Sphinx, and the sky just exploded as if Zeus was hurling his Master Bolt or Thor was beating his hammer. The other strange part was the fact that the weather was perfectly blessed by Apollo and Zeus, clear and sunny skies, but yet there was no sign of a storm coming. The Sphinx finally crash landed in the center of the arena where she first emerged, helplessly lying on her side from the impact. The former princess slightly turned to Apex, nodding at her before using her strength to leap across the arena, landing a few inches from the human lioness. Ares rose up from his seat irritated and gestured his servants to open the opposite gate.

Helena squinted her blue eyes as the opposite gate slowly opened, keeping her hand on the hilt of her sword. She wanted to finish off the Sphinx, but something was telling her to keep her eyes forward. Whatever stood behind that gate had to be far worst than the Sphinx as the feline hybrid was just a teaser, she concluded. "Brace yourselves." The former princess warned as the gate finally opened completely. As she stood courageously at the center with the Sphinx still incapacitated, Helena's sensitive ears picked up the sound of hooves clopping against solid stone, approaching them with lightning speed. The loud noises of hoof clattering grew louder and louder as they came closer and closer from emerging out of the dark entrance. The warrior princess electric blue eyes widen, realizing their next opponent all too late as the shadowy figures were now in clear view. "CENTAURS!" She called out. Suddenly, an explosion of centaurs charged into the the battlefield, shouting war cries and flanking around the arena to box the heroes in. The hybrids had the head and torso of a human, and the body of a horse. They came in different skin tones and had a diverse array of coat colors. They also were notorious for being drunkards, extremely violent when intoxicated, and wild and lusty. Helena only knew one Centaur that was not like his brethren, her mentor, Chiron. These wild Centaurs were clad in armor made from the mysterious metal back in the dungeon cell, and were armed with a variety of weapons that seemed to be made from the same material.

As the Centaurs readied themselves to trample the heroes and pierce their bodies with their weapons, the Sphinx rose back up on all fours, stumbling at first before catching herself. "I remember now.....I remember who you are, child," The riddle queen said, letting out a small groan. "You are the mistake that the Gods wish to correct, but today, I'll be happy to do the job for them." The Sphinx laughed, now pacing back and forth, her eyes completely in predator mode. A mistake? Those words pierced the heart of the demigod as if she was shot by Paris of Troy with an arrow, her Achilles heel being her heart. Why was she a mistake? Why did the Gods wish to correct her? She always honored and gave devotions to the Gods, so why would they consider her a mistake? With each question that plagued her mind, Helena felt even more distracted and distraught. The demigod warrior shook her head and buried the sorrow she was feeling. She was trained from birth to not allow anybody to distract her in battle, especially her feelings. Helena looked over her shoulder at the heroes who were ready to battle with the Centaurs. "Focus your attention on the Centaurs. Aim for the barrel and legs, I shall personally deal with the Sphinx." Helena commanded despite hating the fact of taking charge for a moment.

With one swift moment, the Sphinx attempted to pounce on the demigod, aiming to latch her claws into the former princess. If the riddle queen was completely a lioness, she would of used her forelimbs to hold the warrior princess down and then sink her teeth into her throat, ending her life there, but lucky for her, the hybrid had a human head. Helena jumped back, avoiding the pounce all together, and then gestured the human feline to come at her. The Sphinx snarled and charged at the former princess, attempting to slash her violently with her gleaming claws. What followed next was the annoying sound of claws skimming off of metal as the demigod began to move her arms with speed and precision, blocking every slash with her bracers. Sparks flying everywhere as metal and claws danced with one another, Helena still moving at a speed that belied human vision. "DIE, CHILD!" The Sphinx roared as she began to grow tired, pushing the demigod back and back with each aggressive strike. For having the weight of a lion, the Sphinx was amazingly fast, but she was not bright when it came to combat. Helena suddenly back flipped away from the human creature, creating enough distance to use the Lasso of Apollo. The demigod glanced to the right as she noticed a Centaur charging at Surreal and Warrior Angel with a spear while they both were occupied with the other Centaurs. Helena quickly grabbed her lasso from her waist and began to spin it over her head. Reaching the right speed and force, the demigod sent the golden lasso sailing at the man-horse, ensnaring his chest and arms. The random Centaur tried to continue his charge, but the warrior princess buried her foot into the hot sand and twirled her lasso around her four fingers. She was in no mood to be dragged around the arena, so she held onto the lasso tight and used her strength to halt the speeding Centaur. Helena then started to spin in circles as she held onto the glowing golden lasso, spinning her ensnared opponent right along with her, his horse body lifting off the ground as she spun. After spinning for a few seconds, she released the lasso's hold and sent the Centaur colliding with the Sphinx, sending them both crashing into the arena entrance from the opposite side, knocking down the closed wooden gate completely. The crowd all began to cheer for the heroes as they fought valiantly while the eyes of Ares exploded like miniature nukes going off all at once

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